It was familiar to meThe smoke too thick to breatheThe tile floors glistenedI slowly stirred my drinkAnd when you started to singYou spoke with broken speechThat i could not understandAnd then you grabbed me tightly

He then played every song from 1993The crowd applauded as he curtsied bashfullyYour eyelashes tickled my neckWith every nervous blinkAnd it was perfectUntil the telephone startedRinging ringing ringing ringing ringing off